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“I know that’s you.” Yoriichi didn’t bother to clutch his sword, instead his eyes darting to the left to the stranger sitting beside him.
He met Muzan as a different person yesterday. A young boy who gave him a menacing look, a threat, a challenge.
“I come in peace this time.” He feels the demon brush against his side.” Yoriichi. Prodigy of the Tsugikuni. I find it weird you’re in a brothel tonight.” Muzan’s voice holds a mischievous mockery to it, different compared to his arrogant demeanor.
“My crow led me here. Seems he was right.” Yoriichi answered honestly.
“Why do you always have to be so mean and cold when we speak?” Muzan leans into his shoulder, the larger man fully turning his head, taking Muzan in his sights.” I’m being civil.”
“I wonder what your brainwashed wife would think if she seen you in here tonight.”
His smile drops, red eyes piercing into Yoriichi.
“If you knew I was here, why didn’t you come kill me then?” Muzan spits. The man was always impatient. A bratty attitude whenever he heard something he didn’t like.
“Well you are in a brothel. Other than killing innocent people I’d imagine you give people their money’s worth.” Yoriichi’s words cut.
“Go fuck yourself.” Muzan’s eyes narrow dangerously at the demon slayer.
“I have someone to do it for me, thank you.”
“Replaced your wife so soon?” Muzan’s words can cut deeper.
Muzan visibly shuddered just from a single look Yoriichi gave him. The demon sitting back in his own chair. He tries not to seem intimidated, but the emotionless face turned to anger makes him just a little fearful for his life. The bartender comes by and placed a cup of tea in front of Yoriichi.
“Besides, I haven’t seen any heads go missing since I’ve been here. You’re here to play an act, not kill.”
“I don’t think your crow led you here. I think you haven’t been able to be satisfied since I gave you a sample of my experience.”
“It was subpar at best.”
“Subpar doesn’t receive an orgasm in under a minute. I will admit my extended life granted many many nights to hone my expieence. If you ask nicely I’ll indulge you once again.”
Yoriichi looks straight, taking a sip of his tea before placing his cup back down.
“I have the top floor rented out. No one will hear you scream, and if need be we can fuck in every room until you’re satisfied once again.”
Yoriichi still doesn’t budge. The man is self control itself. He wasn’t even tented at the sound of Muzan’s persuasive voice.
“I have a balcony.”
“Is that supposed to sway me?”
“Yoriichi. I understand our…differences separate us but let us be cordial one more time.”
Yoriichi lifts his cup to his lips again, but Muzan was quick, pouring his own sake in the tea before Yoriichi could take another sip.
The man sighed and set the cup down, pushing it away.
His lips ghost against Yoriichi’s neck, the area all of a sudden becoming a little too hot. Muzan palms Yoriichi through his pants, his tongue licking a strip from his neck to his ear.” I crave you just as much. How you screamed my name.”
“Get off of me.” Yoriichi warns.
“Muzan, Muzan, oh please. You’re so deep, you’re fucking me too deep.” Muzan mimics Yoriichi that night as he grinds against the chair the same way he thrusted up into Yoriichi.” Even the most poise break during intimate moments, it’s burned into my memory. How beautiful you looked, how many faces you made for me.”
“After tonight…” Yoriichi breathes as he turns his head, feeling Muzan playing in the ends of his hair.” We are done.”
“I won’t hold you to those words. You said that last time, and look where we are now.” Muzan stands up holding his hand out to Yoriichi.” Get up. We have important things to discuss.”
Yoriichi doesn’t take his hand, instead moving on his own to the stairs. He’s been inside this brothel before, many demons come here and pretend to work, only to be killing every patron they receive.
The sound of the door closing seals Yoriichi in the room.
“Let’s make a deal. You don’t draw your sword on me, I don’t snap your spine while you’re under me.”
Yoriichi turns to him.
“You can trust me. I wouldn’t kill you, I know I can always fuck you again. It would be a waste to lose such a nice body..” Yoriichi takes his sword and leaves it on a chair in the room. His eyes were away from Muzan for only a second, and it seems that’s all it takes.
One hand at his neck, baring it to him as he kissing down an artery, already tugging at Yoriichi’s clothes until his pants were surrounding his ankles and his haori was almost off of his shoulders.
“You’re moving too fast.”
“It’s been three months since I’ve felt your pulse.” Muzan is reminded Yoriichi is only human, his easily he can throw him into the bed and rid him of the rest of his clothes, leaving him bare before him.
“Beautiful.” He stroked his hand over his rib cage as his knees are between Yoriichi’s legs. As his hand draws higher, he feels Yoriichi tense, flicking over his nipple, watching his cock grow harder against his thigh.
“I know you missed me.”
“Would you just shut up…” Yoriichi breathes out, his voice faltering, his breath picking up as Muzan draws his hand to his neck, squeezes and lets his nails tickle back down over his chest.
“I’ll get you to admit it. I always get what I want.” He turns turns Yoriichi over, plucking his hair tie from his hair and letting it join the pile of clothes on the floor. His hair envelops his back, cascading over his shoulders and blocking his face as he closes his eyes. He whimpered before Muzan even touched him again.
He spreads his prize, delving into Yoriichi even as the man squirms under his tongue.
His sharp nails scratch down Yoriichi’s thighs, but never drawing blood, watching as the flesh creases in under his observant touch.
Yoriichi shivers, his chest dropping down into the bed, thighs trembling. He feels Muzan’s tongue grow, feels the slimy appendage curve and roll over his hole before pressing in and stretching him open
“M-Muzan!” His own fingers are tangled in his long hair, catching in his mouth as he moans, already frizzy as his one body grows hot, grows sweaty and and wanton.
“You missed me yet?” He says, after slowly pulling his tongue from his hole, watching it flutter at the loss. After just one time he knows Yoriichi’s body so well, learned every inch that made him cry out for him.
He had no choice, who’s to say Yoriichi allows a slip like this to happen again. He could at least make it good so the man considers it.
Without warning, Muzan rubs the wet tip of his cock against Yoriichi’s hole. At will he can create lubricant, it’s what made sleeping with a demon easier. It had its pros, just as it had its deadly cons.
Muzan draws his hand up Yoriichi’s back towards the crown of his head, balling up a handful of his hair as his thrusts begin to bring unmatched pleasure. His ears are red, at least what he can see of them.
Yoriichi’s breath hitched high, reaching down and grabbing the pillow to bring to his face, screaming his pleasure into it.
A man of such decorum. A respectable man, holding onto the pillow as he bites into it. No one has ever heard his voice above a whisper. No one has ever heard him yell, his voice crack and break.
Yoriichi tried to push back, but ultimately he can’t keep up with the demon. Muzan lets him drop into the bed, both arms at either side of his head as he unleashes his pent up fury on Yoriichi.
Three months. Three fucking months because the demon slayer corps keep their prized possession busy. Three months away from this body.
“Enough of that.” He separates Yoriichi’s head from his pillow and, his moans cease, held back by his own gritted teeth.” Now did you miss me?”
Yoriichi holds onto the pillow still, gripping the sheets harshly, his rough hands now balled up into tight fists.
“Muzan, I—“ his voice was caught in his throat.
“Subpar, eh?” He stops, he knows what he was going to say, drawing his hands up his waist as he brings in a tight breath. He didn’t want to stop, but how else will his demon slayer learn.” You could beg. Or you could tell me you missed this cock. Whatever helps your pride.”
Yoriichi feels him throbbing inside of him. At first he thought to wait it out until the demon became frustrated and fucked him out of irritation.
But instead he pulled out, listened to Yoriichi gasp out, the sudden loss makes him tremble.
Muzan grabs his hair, a big handful and pulls his head back, kissing Yoriichi and sliding his long tongue into his mouth, letting it taste the tea from earlier.
His hands stroke up his body as his kisses him, tears pricking at Yoriichi’s eyes until they fall down his cheeks. Too much pleasure coursing through him for Yoriichi to try and fight to breathe.
He moans around his tongue, Muzan’s fingers only playing with his hole but never giving him the satisfaction.
He pulls his tongue free of his throat, letting Yoriichi finally catch his breath as he falls forward into the pillows.
The man wipes his ears with the back is his hand, turning his head to look at Muzan.
“You’re a fucking asshole!” His outburst unknown to the world, Muzan’s skillful fingers run from his ass to his cock, then back up again. He’s waiting. Patiently.
Yoriichi’s eyes widen as his finger enters him. If feels great as he presses against his prostate but it’s not enough.
He fucks his fingers into him, one hand pressed against his shoulder as the demon slayer squirms under him in protect.
“I missed you…I miss your fucking cock. I miss how good you fuck me.” He babbles on into his arm.
“How sweet.” Muzan withdraws his fingers, and replaces them with his dick. He holds Yoriichi down as he fucks him, giving the demon slayer exactly what he needed.
“I find it cute, trying to hold out and act all tough. You’re nothing but a cock hungry slut and you’ll keep coming back to me. No one will ever give you this the way I do.”
“Yes…yes. Take what’s yours, ruin me. Break me!” Yoriichi is growing close, he can hear it, the rise and fall in his breath, his it’s joined with his moans, until it breaths off balling up the blankets beneath them as he tenses. He’s sure his moans could be heard throughout the brothel, maybe even in the streets as well.” You fuck me so good! You’re good you're so fucking good.”
His whines come to their climax, falling to silence. His hand hits the bed hard, almost tapping out, his orgasm leaving his lungs empty, his brain empty and his muscles full of tension, they contract with each wave, each rope staining his wrists and hands under him until he finally takes that first breath in.
His eyes roll, laying still under Muzan as the demon comes close as well, smiling at his work. Sweat drips at his neck as his grips Yoriichi’s ass.
As if he’s remembering the feeling of the man under him. He bites into his bottom lip as he moans, pulling out and painting Yoriichi’s back in his seed.
“This ass would make me give up many pleasures.”
Yoriichi is still in an empty state of mind, his body in a comfortable buzz.
“You could have me wrapped around your finger and you don’t even realize it.”